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Dec 2024
Aliens residing
In my head
Love it.

Have lots of
Of space
Between
My ears
Great.

I’ve kept
Their rocket
In my pocket
Heavy

They want
To go home
I don’t want
To be alone
Sad.

Told them
It’s all rent
Free
If they stay
With me
Tip top.

Some of
Them stayed
Rest went
Home
Sweet
now never
To be alone.
Love it.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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